Darken the city, night is a wire
Steam in the subway, earth is a afire
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo...
Woman, you want me, give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo....- Hungry Like The Wolf - Duran Duran
Walking down the sidewalk, one might be mistaken in assuming the dark-haired raven walking past them was just another New Yorker - going to work, coming home after a long day, heading to the corner bodega or deli - but if one studied Elise Diefenbaker more closely, one would find that while they were mildly watching her,
she was watching
them like a rabid wolf, her hunting and tracking senses on high alert, sensing everything around for the faintest trace of the mutant presence. Anything to keep the wolves that were her GAMA masters at bay.
The reason? Four years before, she had been a hard-charging RCMP agent, serving as a protection agent for the Canadian Mission to the U.N. over in Turtle Bay, on Manhattan's East Shore....then, in the blink of an eye, came the meteor strike and in an instant, the long-latent mutant skills lain dormant inside became alive and active. Instead of being someone with an eye for the hunt and the thrill of the kill, those skills became alive for her....literally. Over the course of the next two years, Elise would leave a blood trail of dead and maimed GAMA agents, all of them having tried - and
failed - to capture her; she soon got the sobriquet "the Huntress", a grim and lonesome honor for a woman born of Canadian political royalty.
But then, all good things come to an end and after a bloody chase and struggle, GAMA agents - other mutant trackers, it turned out - finally captured Elise and officials with the shadowy American agency made her an offer she couldn't refuse: either work for us, capturing other mutants for GAMA or disappearing into their system, never to see the outside world again. Boxed in as she was, Elise Diefenbaker made the one decision she never thought she'd make: she became one of
them, a mutant tracker sent out to search for, track and either capture or kill other mutants; whether they lived or died was no concern to her...each one simply kept her amongst the living. As she often thought of it,
'better them than me, but am I any better than them?"Rounding the corner, Elise suddenly stopped and nonchalantly sniffed the air; there was a mutant in the area nearby, she just knew it. Reaching inside her Canada hoodie, she quietly turned on her beacon so that nearby GAMA agents could home in on her signal. She also made sure to check and see that she had her tazer and stun gun with her in case she could just capture whatever mutant was nearby; she also checked to make sure her switchblade was with her. That was for those...
wet moments in her business, the moments when a quick stab through the ribs or across the mutant's throat would have to suffice and as skilled as she was at using them, one of her handlers once joked that
"Elise could cut your head off in one clean stroke and you would never know it'd happened", that's how good a tracker she was.
Of course, she had to find the mutant whose scent had crossed her path and that was the hard part; the capture or kill? That was the easy bit; it was catching them that took up most of her skills...and so, after taking another quick sniff of the air around her, Elise turned and began walking down the sidewalk, sure that her potential prey was somewhere nearby....
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In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf....